Essay on the topic of the joy of growth, no less than 350 words

"Growing up is an infinite joy. "When I say this, I have a smile on my face.

I'm sure I cried and laughed when I was fourteenth birthday. Growing up is a precious gift from God, and every time I grow a year old, I rejoice in the fact that the gifts are getting richer and richer every year.

Although growing up will have its troubles.

Sometimes I feel depressed because of a pimple on my face, sometimes I feel sad for no reason because of too much homework, and sometimes I complain a lot about my busy and complicated life, but as long as I think of the wanton banner of youth, my heart is surging, and I can't help but sing and sweat with the heavy metal rock music. The so-called "teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, for the new words to say sorrow", we are growing teenagers, positive and sunny, optimistic and upward, even if there are troubles, but it is just a little bit of chatter that does not hurt or itch, and after the mood cheers up, it will regroup and challenge towards tomorrow.

Growth is a new hope, and we are a rare masterpiece. Because of my growth, I learned the wisdom of "my day and three provinces and my body"; Because I grew up, I understood the beautiful feelings of everything around me and everything in the world; Because of my growth, I have learned the idea of perseverance, courage and sincerity; It is also because of my growth that I have gained the maturity to the dawn.

My bag is so rich, it gives me the confidence to move forward, how can I not be happy? Every day when I walk on the road, I can't help but be in awe when I see my friends of the same age, their radiant expressions, and their dazzling eyes that are as bright as diamonds. What a revered power that is, growth makes us burst out with the demeanor of youth, we are like an elegant poem, a graceful song, a profound painting, no matter which side seems so perfect.

Growth has given us great changes in our bodies, spirits, and hearts. What a miraculous change this kind of change is that we can not only show off our personality and youth, but also think quietly and deeply appreciate it. Isn't that the unique charm of growing up?

Sometimes when I look at the innocent and immature children, I will smile happily, as if I can see their hope for the future, and there must be a magnificent mystery about their growth.

In the future, we wait.

Every person from birth, is constantly growing, the body gradually from small to large, behavior from naïve and ignorant, to mature and sensible, in a series of transformation process, there are adventures, there are surprises, like the taste of green apples, sweet with sweet, sweet with sour, this taste of growth, particularly unforgettable. In fact, growth represents a series of changes, and although the process is bitter, the result is sweet.

I remember that during the summer vacation, I accidentally opened the previous photo album, and found that there was a ** of my newborn appearance, small hands, squinting eyes, looking like a little fool, my mother told me: "At that time, I didn't know anything, only eat, drink and sleep." "Slowly, I started turning, sitting, crawling, and growing teeth and eating delicious food.

Soon, in the swing, I took the first step in my life, and from then on, the world became more vast, and I could move freely around.

Later, I began to babble, knowing that if I shouted "Russo-Russian", I would have something to eat, and if I wanted "Cheche", I would have toys to play with, and if I didn't want to take a bath, I said, "Don't!" "Knowing how to communicate with people in words, the world has become different, and the joy of growing up is indescribable.

Now I can not only walk, but also run and jump: not only can I speak, but also write, draw, make friends, and the knowledge in my mind is getting richer and richer, from astronomy to geography; I am becoming more and more mature in dealing with others, knowing that we must be sincere and sincere in dealing with others, and we must be brave and responsible in doing things.

In the near future, I will enter puberty, and in appearance, my voice will become thicker, I will develop Adam's apple, and I will have pimples; Psychologically, I will become more mature and stable, and after this series of changes, I will be like a caterpillar breaking out of its cocoon and becoming a beautiful butterfly to welcome a new future.

Growing up is a process that everyone must go through, as long as you face it with a normal heart, you will find that although the process is a bit thrilling, it is also full of surprises!

Time is like water, slowly flowing by my side. The years are silent, I grow in the blossoming and falling of flowers, and I carefully record the bits and pieces of growth during my growth. Gather them together and bind them into a book of growth, turning page by page, and feeling the joy of growth page by page.

Turning the first page, I stood on the podium of the preschool class, reciting aloud the nursery rhyme of the new semester, just a few sentences, but full of my joy, looking at the envious eyes of my classmates, I looked back and saw the teacher's approving smile, happiness filled my heart. When I got home from school, I shook my head and told my parents about my "accomplishments" today. Hearing their compliments, I ...... as happy as flyingI smiled, and the joy of my memory filled my heart again, and I realized that the joy of growing up was so sweet.

Turning the page again, I saw that the laughter of childhood was rippling in the bright sunshine, and I was running with my friends to recall the butterflies that flew out, ignoring the sweat beads on my forehead, running, shouting, and laughing, but after a while, we were kicking and jumping on the colored rubber bands, kicking and kicking ......In childhood, the joy of growing up is such joy.

I flipped a few more pages, full of the laughter and laughter of my childhood. I remember when I was a child, I didn't know what growth was, and I didn't know what the joy of growth looked like, I just lived happily and freely under the sunshine and the care of my parents.

The book turned page by page, and I was growing up little by little, and some of the faint pleasures of life gradually replaced the joy of the children's time. So, seeing my parents laughing happily, I was happy; Looking at the warm sunshine, I am happy; I am happy to look at the clean writing desk; I am happy to look at the beauty of the sunset; Watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the fallen leaves return to their roots, I am happy; Looking at the new life, I am ...... with pleasureA little bit, a touch of pleasure although not much, not intense, even a little sad, but will also like the tide to moisten my occasionally dry mind, I sometimes wonder why there is no childhood joy, but soon understood, because of growth, because I am changing, yes, "every year is similar to the flowers, every year is different", time is walking, people are changing, becoming mature, becoming sophisticated, I suddenly found that in this page of the book, the joy of growth is so simple.

The paper gradually thickened, and the diary was also increased. I'm still growing, the book of life has to be thickened, the diary of growth needs more, the joy of growth can't be written, the memory is not enough, the joy of growth is indescribable, the road is incomplete, I am growing in the transition of time, I am changing, and enjoying the joy of growth, feeling the joy of growth.